A lass

Trendy, funky, fancy or swanky,
dressing sense making others look lanky,
solid n laces with maroon or plum,
vivid graces she would swoon and hum.

Heels to plumps to plats to flats,
strolls across the fashionistas pacts!
shorts or skirts, plains and jeans,
straddles across like a menacing teen!

with plethora of avatars,
she marauds the whole bazaars!
oh look here's my puppy!
is she lazy or simply fussy?

-Sharath.J.Bhushi

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